Ahhh, right . . . January 33rd . . . Groundhog Day in Punxsutawney, Pa. My hubby's birthplace. He applied for that job once but couldn't fit in the box . . . no, wait, that was his brother Phil that wanted that job. No, I'm mistaken. He wanted the job of pulling that fat rat
out of the box. No, that wasn't it. It was so long ago I can't remember, but he WAS born there.
I'm sure you've all heard about Marmot Day by now . . .
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/wash...ot-alaska.html
Now there's a legacy to be proud of.